Growing up, I went through phases where I would spend weeks wrestling with major wanderlust. The kind that makes you want to quit everything, pack your most important possessions into a piece of cloth tied to the end of a stick, like a cartoon hobo and buy a ticket on the first flight going somewhere…
If there was some kind of award for “Most Frequently Daydreams About Travel”, I am convinced I would have collected a few by now. Enough to fill an almost-empty award shelf and gain some kind of validation about the way I choose to spend a large fraction of my time. However, while I wait for…
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